Tonight my lovely sixteen-year old twin daughters are going
on their first real date. Their beaus will pick them up in a few minutes. I am somewhat
saddened that this phase of their and my lives are coming to an end but they will always
be my daughters. It wasnt always that way. You see, Lorna and Linda were born Allen
and Alex. They are identical twins. I was very old fashioned and, in spite of my
husbands protests, kept them in infants dresses until they were two. Shortly
after they graduated to boys things my husband, their father, was killed in a tragic
traffic accident. After the funeral I returned home, paid the baby sitter, took them in my
arms and had a good cry. A day or two later I became bothered by the idea of how I would
raise two boys without a father. Without making any connection, I resumed dressing them in
their former clothes for nostalgic reasons.

All my neighbors, the few relatives and
I had, always thought the boys actually looked too pretty to be boys. In their boy things
they just looked like, well, boys. I decided to keep the status quo for a few months until
I could sort things out. The few months stretched into a year during which I,
for no apparent reason, started dressing them as three-year old girls. I even provided
them with girls toys. As they made friends they became accepted as little girls and
of course they themselves didnt know they werent girls. With the insurance
proceeds we moved to a suburbs. I no longer had to worry about my neighbors
opinions. I could start fresh. Of course my relatives, actually my mother, my younger
sister and a maiden aunt thought my dress code was, to say the least, unusual but they
were gradually getting used to it and grudgingly accepting it silently thinking I was a
kook.

At six they were accepted into kinder
garden as little girls. Birth certificates were neither requested nor offered. By this
time I had introduced them to wearing snug, heavy panties to hide their tiny
bulges. I also taught them never to show their private parts to anyone. At
eight I managed to find very small panty girdles to better hid it, and more
importantly to accustom them to gentle figure training to later be followed by stricter
training. I had long since decided that they would always be raised as girls and young
ladies and course, the ungainly figures that all boys have would not be tolerated. At ten,
I added boning to their girdles. This was accepted as a matter of course, although they
did occasionally ask why their classmates werent similarly attired.

As they approached their eleventh
birthdays I decided that it was time for serious figure training before their rib bones
began to harden and their figures got out of hand. I envisioned that at their sixteenth
birthday their waists would be no larger than 20 inches. The only way to achieve that goal
was with corsets. In conjunction with corsets I planned a course of hormone therapy that I
heard, when started before puberty, had excellent results. My girls would lack nothing.
They had already become conscious of the shape older girls had, and I frequently heard
them behind the closed doors of their room comparing their little figures, nipped by the
panty girdles into a gently defined waistline. Having been treated as girls from a very
young and formative age and shielded from most outside activities they didnt have
the faintest idea that they were not real girls. As I made an appointment with a
corsetiere I wondered how they would take to corsets. I was sure that after the initial
shock they would soon be secretly comparing their figures in their room. Vanity is already
well established in eleven-year old girls. Perhaps they would even develop a competition?

Before their visit to the corsetiere I
prepared them for their fitting. I explained what corsets were and that they might be
uncomfortable at first but before long they would love wearing them and hate to remove
them. The prospect of having nice figures intrigued them. I also explained that not many
girls wore them and to avoid ridicule in school I would have them tutored at home. By the
time I finished they were ready and willing to try them.

The next morning we took the train to
downtown Chicago for their fitting. The receptionist greeted us and ushered us into the
fitting room. The corsetiere, Sally, introduced herself and asked the girls to undress and
put on little nylon slips. I had apprised Sally that the girls were actually boys when I
made the appointment so there was no element of surprise. Sally made numerous
measurements, entering them on her clipboard. She them showed me a catalog of corset
styles. I originally selected a style that extended from just under the bust to the top of
the thighs. She noted that I had made a good choice but suggested that the corset
incorporate a bra top. I call it a corselette or a full body corset. The corset will
push up flesh and the cups will mold it into small breasts, she suggested. I agreed.
Just to give the girls and idea of what it was like to wear a corset she brought out two
stock corsets. She wrapped one around Lindas little body, fastened the busk and
began drawing the laces closed. It was then that I noticed, for the first time (I
presumed),Lindas it stiffened. At that point I decided it was high time
to look into hormone therapy for them. Sally noticed it also and whispered to me, I
guess he likes being corseted. Most of the young boys I corset become
tensioned when laced for the first time. Later in private she recounted
many instances of young boys wearing corsets. I corset more boys than girls these
days. Some are corseted as punishment, some are like your boys, and some teenage boys have
been known to request it for whatever reason. Some of the first two groups resent it at
first but soon come to accept and even like wearing them. Of course the latter teenagers
enjoy it from the start. My boy/girls were upset when Sally removed their trial
corsets. I felt sorry for them and asked Sally to re-corset them and I would buy the
corsets for them to wear until the custom ones were ready. Before leaving I decided that I
would wear a corset also. My choice was a full body corselette similar, except for size,
to my girls. My figure left a lot to be desired so I was measured and fitted.
Besides, it would be good for the girls to see their mother wearing similar clothes. I
bought a temporary corset for me to wear home. As we walked to the train I had a few
misgivings about wearing a corset but I felt it was indeed necessary.

A week later we returned for their
custom corsets. The girls were very excited. To allay any trepidation the girls might have
I had Sally fit my custom corset first. It was identical in style to the girls but of
course much larger. As she tightened the laces I had some additional misgivings about my
decision to wear a corset but a quick glance in the mirror told me it was going to be
worth it. My sagging figure assumed an upright stance and my tummy vanished. My breasts
were firmly secured in place. Besides, I did have to set an example for my girls. Sally
quickly had both of them laced into their corsets. I was pleased to note that they were
quite long; with the bra tops, they extended from the top of the breastbone to an inch or
so below their crotches. As soon as Sally started lacing them their little its
tried to peak out under the corset bottoms but the corset length effectively kept the
bulge to a minimum. The girls fussed a bit as the corsets were tightened. These were
smaller, longer and stiffer than the temporary stock ones they had been wearing since the
initial fitting. She stopped when the laces were two inches from closing saying,
Thats enough for today. It would be better for them if you reduced the gap a
small amount every day till they are closed. Its better to get used to being tight
laced gradually. That way the girls wont object. Saying that, she
proceeded to insert foam rubber falsies into the bra tops. The corsets were equipped with
four garters per leg. Sally also provided nylons to anchor their corsets. The girls did
comment on how nice the nylons felt as they tugged against the pull of the garters. Linda
and Lorna looked at each other and were fascinated by their shape, as was I. My girls were
shaped like fourteen-year old girls.

Their outer clothes were not at all
suited to their new shapes and their shoes did not go with the nylons, so I decided to
stop on the way home and get them some new things. Sally suggested that they wear their
panty girdles over the corsets for modesty reasons. That done we left the corset shop. The
first stop was a dress boutique. The attendants marveled at their figures, not realizing
at first that they were wearing corsets. When the girls disrobed for the dress fittings,
the corsets astounded the attendants, noting that they had never seen such young girls, or
any girls for that matter, wearing them. Without further adieu they proceeded to bring a
variety of dresses and skirts to try on, mostly just above the knee skirt length. The
dresses hung perfectly on their corseted forms. The girls were very pleased with their
appearance. I was sure at that point that they would never tire of their corsets. I let
them wear dresses of their choice home. Walking along the street I couldnt help but
think how lovely and old my daughters appeared.

The
next stop was a shoe store. Apparently the young male clerk was similarly impressed by
their appearance. He couldnt stop trying to peak under their skirts as he fitted the
shoes. He also seemed to fondle their legs as he held them to slip the shoes on their
feet. A bulge in his trousers told me he was enjoying himself. Strangely the girls
facial expressions appeared to indicate that they too were enjoying the attention: the
little hussies. Each girl left with some dressy flats and several pair with two-inch
heels. On an impulse I got them each a pair of black patents with three-inch heels, why I
did escaped me at the time. They wore the shorter heels home. They were a bit wobbly at
first but soon took to the heels. How lovely they looked; just like a pair of young
teenagers. I knew that I had made the right decision when they were babies. Theres
nothing wrong with boys except they never look pretty. By the time we reached the train
station they had received many admiring glances and a few wolf whistles. They were well
pleased with themselves.

After the first few days I allowed them
to lace each other provided that they didnt force their waist reductions. As per
Sallys advice I limited them to one quarter inch reduction a week. They begged to go
further but I insisted and they complied. I had read once long ago that reduction is more
easily accomplished if one sleeps in ones corset so I established that routine. The
girls didnt seem to mind. They were taking to the idea of wearing corsets as a way
of life. By the time they were wearing their corsets with the laces closed they become
upset when they had to remove them for bathing. At that time their waists were a
diminutive twenty-three inches, a trip to Sallys shop would soon be necessary.

I set up two appointments the next day,
Sallys and the doctor. The family doctor had delivered the twins and had provided
care as they were growing up. He was therefore familiar with their transition. It was
obvious he accepted my conditioning of them by the fact that he never
questioned it. When I mentioned the hormone therapy He just smiled and asked, What
took you so long, we could have started a year ago. But not to worry, theyll turn
out just fine. A few minutes later they had their first shots. The use of
injections will speed up the conversion process but after a few months we can administer
the hormones orally, he assured me. One more thing, the hormones will slightly
inhibit their sex drive but young boys have too much anyway. They will still be able to
enjoy themselves. Instinctively I knew they would. It always seemed to
take them an unusually long time to lace each other, much longer than necessary and then
there were the spots on the bed sheets. Should I have them sleep in separate rooms? I
mentioned it to the doctor but his only comment was, dont worry, boys will be
boys or in their case girls.

The next stop was at Sallys. She
made a few measurements and suggested that even though my goal was twenty inches the
corsets be made for twenty-one. A three inch gap would be uncomfortable at first
until it was reduced. You can pick up the additional inch when these are closed. Who
knows, you might even want to take another two-inch step to nineteen the next visit.
I assured her that twenty was our limit but I agreed with the two-inch reduction step. I
also requested that she add a few more stays. The girls overheard us taking and wanted to
know why they couldnt have smaller waists. I assured them that mother knows best.

By their twelfth birthday they had well
defined breasts due to the hormones and the falsies were relegated to the trashcan. They
were accumulating body fat over the hips that gave their shapes a more rounded look. A
side effect of the particular type of hormone the doctor prescribed was that their growth
was inhibited so they probably never would be taller than five foot five or six. My girls
were absolutely gorgeous. Only I knew they were boys. They didnt even suspect they
were males. They were happy in their world so let them be. Besides they were well past the
point of no return. Some day they were bound to find out but I was sure they would never
want to change. They had been corseted for so long that leaving them off was not only
unthinkable, but also impossible. Their bodies could not go unsupported.

My girls seemed happy with their way of
life. In the quiet of the night I could hear them giggling in their bed, punctuated by an
occasional moan of pleasure. I have no idea of their activities except to say there were
rarely spots on the sheets anymore. I decided that their tutor was becoming suspicious so
I began a secret search for one who had, shall I say, a different outlook on life? My
efforts finally bore fruit (no pun intended). A Miss Alice ------- applied for the
position. She was a fairly young, attractive crossdresser who obviously had a
love, or at least need for tight lacing. My only concern was that the subconscious
boy in my girls might find an attractive younger lady desirable.
That did not happen. Apparently the hormones were effective in suppressing any latent
desires. As I look back if they had become infatuated with her it wouldnt have been
a bad thing. They thought of her as a girl and they were physically similar. Under
her guidance the girls were doing well academically.

I loved to take them out in public. We
frequently went to restaurants and the theater, both plays and movies. I purchased
semiformal dresses for the plays. Dressed this way they appeared to be fifteen year old
girls. After seeing an ad for shoulder length rubber gloves I sent for some and a rubber
polish that was advertised. These they wore when dressed in their fancy dresses, the
longer sleeves hiding the full length of the gloves. The latter were skintight and when
polished could easily be taken for patent leather. The girls loved the feel of them and
frequently begged to wear them more often. I declined their request saying that it would
be more discrete not to display the full length of the gloves. I did allow it with less
formal attire if the dresses had long sleeves. People sometimes would stare at them as if
trying to figure out what the material was. The girls were so taken with their gloves that
they usually wore them to bed. After finding that their long nails were puncturing the
glove fingers I came up with the idea of wearing surgical gloves underneath the long
gloves, that were quite expensive, to take the brunt of abuse. The added restraint limited
the use of their fingers but not excessively. They were quite able to eat while wearing
them. I was certain that they could wrap their fingers around small things if you know
what I mean. I never heard any complaints.

Walking with the girls was a wonderful
experience. Their carriage was perfect. The corsets kept their young bodies as stiff as a
ramrod. Their derrieres swayed as only a tightly corseted body can. The motion was
extremely provocative judging by the admiring glances they received. The girls had become
little coquettes and returned the glances with broad smiles. I often wondered what the
boys would think if they knew the gorgeous, waspwaisted girls they were admiring were
actually boys. At thirteen I allowed their skirts to rise to mid thigh giving passersby
fleeting glimpses of their gartered stocking tops, a rare sight in this age of pantyhose.
In restaurants the sight of them taking their seats was a joy to behold. I was sure of
what the young admirers, and the older ones too, would do when they got home. When we rode
the train males would parade back and forth just to look at my pretties and my girls ate
up the attention. They were gorgeous and sexy and they knew it and flaunted it at every
opportunity.

As their fourteenth birthdays were
approaching another event was about to take place. Their academic training had reached the
level where they would be ready for high school in the fall. This posed a problem. Alice,
their boy/girl tutor only had credentials through the eighth grade level. I decided that I
would enroll them in an exclusive girls school, one that didnt have a physical
education program for obvious reasons. I didnt know what to do about Alice. She was
only about five years younger than I. She was unattached and not gay. Over the years we
had developed an attraction for each other. We had been lacing each others corsets,
a very intimate action, for the whole time and naturally one thing led to another. My
girls werent the only ones who became tensioned when laced into a
corset. To put it plainly, we were in love. I had always wanted to write novels and I
decided that she would make an ideal live-in secretary and editor for my writings. For the
sake of the girls we would keep our relationship openly as employer/employee. After the
lights were out, well making love to a pretty transvestite was something
special. Alice agreed to go along with my idea.

Entering the girls in the girls
school was easy since many years ago I had managed to have their birth certificates
change. The school had no official uniforms so I would be able to dress them in loose
fitting dresses thereby concealing their corseted waists. They would have to be content
with low heel ordinary shoes during school hours. The coquettish high heels would have to
wait until they were home. Their use of makeup would also be restricted. The girls were
very unhappy about it all but the soon realized that it was necessary. They entered school
without any problems. They looked like any other girls their age. When they returned home
the first day they literally flew to their rooms and soon emerged dressed to the nines in
form fitting mini dresses and four-inch heels. I thought they looked much better that way
than in their rather drab school outfits. I even missed seeing their tightly laced
figures, their corsets had been changed once more and they now had twenty-inch waists, a
few years ahead of my schedule. Someday, if a special occasion arose I might order
nineteen-inch corsets for them. I knew they wanted them and so did I. After a few weeks in
class some of the other girls, in spite of their loose clothes realized that my girls were
tightly corseted, and the word spread around the school. Most of the comments were
complimentary and or envious, although a few wondered why girls in this day and age would
wear such old fashioned things. The novelty soon wore off and I allowed the
girls to wear tighter clothes although nothing like their regular things.

For their fifteenth birthday I decided
to have a dinner party. They invited a few of their closer friends from school. Some of
their friends had brothers and boy cousins about the same age so they were also invited. I
made it known that we would go to dinner at ----------- restaurant and the dress would not
be casual. For the day my girls wore formfitting mini dresses and four-inch heels. Their
corsets were laced closed as usual. The dresses had belts that emphasized their lovely
figures. Had I known the attraction corsets have to males I might have had them wear
looser things. The boys fell over them, taking every opportunity to brush against them and
even hug them. I was sure that the other girls felt slighted by the attention that Linda
and Lorna were receiving but all went well. From then on the girls were deluged with
requests for dates but I put my foot down. At the party I saw too many longing stares and
trouser bulges to allow dating.

At the end of their sophomore year the
girls were approaching sweet sixteen and never been kissed; fondled perhaps but never
kissed. Several boys that had attended their party last year were juniors and planned to
attend the prom. The asked my girls to accompany them. I was reluctant but the girls
begged so that I relented. I had misgivings because they and the boys hormones were raging
and I was afraid of an incident. With real girls a little necking would be
acceptable but in this case if one of the boys discovered their true identity, and I was
sure that they would try to feel the girls up, there would be hell to pay. I decided it
was time for nineteen- inch corsets and an appointment was made. We still had two months
but I knew that it would take a few weeks to get used to the increased restriction. The
corsets were ordered and fitted. I thought the girls might like under bust corsets and
wear bras to better display their maidenly charms. They were adamant. They insisted on the
full body corsets they were so used to wearing. Linda even commented, I would feel
naked in a shorter corset. Alice and I gave them impromptu dancing lessons, which
they took to immediately. Their quick learning was probably due to watching shows on TV.

A
day or two later I decided the time had come. It was with reluctance, fear and
trepidations that I took the next step. Shortly after dinner one evening I called the
girls into the living room and had them sit down, one on each side of me and put my arms
around them. I started out, theres something I have to tell you. Its
very difficult to say but its something I should have told you years ago. First of
all, a long time ago a lady with two baby boys lost her husband. She was convinced that
she could never cope with raising two boys so she raised them as girls. You two and Alice
are girls, only theres one problem, I dont know how to explain it. Oh hell, I
cant beat around the bush, Ill just come out straight. Linda
interrupted, Let me make it easy for you Mom. Lorna and I have known for a year that
we werent girls. We discovered it at our birthday party when the boys hugged us. We
could feel the hard things between their legs pressing against us. We also saw the bulges
in boy trousers as they stare at us. It didnt take an IQ of 200 to figure out that
we had the same thing and if they were boys, so were we. We were initially upset after the
party but after we compared notes we quickly decided that we loved wearing all our pretty
things and were so used to the delightful sensations of wearing corsets that we
didnt care. Wed rather be girls and be admired and sought after than be dull,
drably dressed boys. Besides being girls is all weve ever known and we love it. We
didnt want to upset you so we kept quiet. The weight of the world fell off my
shoulders. They knew all along and never mentioned it. We kissed and had a good cry of joy
together. We were still a happy family. Later they even thanked me for giving them an
unforgettable lifestyle. A quick lesson on the facts of life followed. I told them they
must never let a boy find out. Boys tend to get violent when theyve been fooled or
deceived. If the situation got intimate tell them it was your time of the month. If things
still got out of hand there were two ways to satisfy a boy without giving yourself away.
The detailed explanation didnt appear to shock them; after all they did sleep
together.

When the corsets were delivered the
girls started their training regimen. Within two weeks they were down to nineteen inches.
Now we could have formal dresses made to fit their figures. The dressmaker marveled at
their figures and their ability to wear such restrictive corsets. They would wear
identical gowns and after a little bickering decided on black satin with long sleeves,
presumably so they could wear their long rubber gloves, which they dearly loved,
unobtrusively. From two feet away one couldnt tell that they were rubber. When they
touched their escorts they would know, but girls wearing anything made of rubber fascinate
most males and increases the mystique. When they tried on the gowns for the first time I
couldnt believe my eyes. A tight fitting long, black, shiny satin dress worn over a
nineteen-inch corset is a sight to behold. They would be the belles of the ball. For the
occasion I bought them black patent shoes with five-inch heels. The day of the prom I took
them in for the works at the beauty shop. We had been there before but usually
for a hair set or permanent. Yes the girls hair was real, reaching to their waist.
They had it lightened to a light brown and coiled coquettishly on top of their heads. With
the professionally applied makeup my girls were absolutely gorgeous. They would break a
lot of hearts at the prom.

As soon as we reached home I proceeded
to get them dressed. The long rubber gloves that they loved went on first. I purposely
didnt polish them. The dull finish more closely resembled black kidskin. They
carefully lowered the dresses over their fancy hairdos. How the dresses hugged their
tightly corseted waists. If one looked closely the corset laces image could be slightly
detected. Diamond solitaire pierced earrings adorned their lovely faces. Tastefully
designed necklaces completed the neckline look. A short corset would have allowed a
display of cleavage but they wanted the full body corsets so that was out. They looked
very sexy in spite of it. How could they help but look that way with a tightly corseted
nineteen-inch waist? The high heels just peaked out under the hem of the dresses. They
wore rhinestone bracelets over their rubber-gloved wrists.

It wasnt long before the doorbell
rang and the moment they were waiting for arrived. They purposely left their coats of at
my suggestion to let the boy feast their eyes on their magnificent figures, and feast they
did. I thought their eyes would pop out of their heads. The boys were speechless at first.
They finally gained their composure as the girls introduced them. Lindas beau was
Ken who managed to stammer My pleasure meeting you. Lornas beau was Tom
who could only manage a hi. As the boys helped the girls put on their coats
the girls deliberately brushed the boys faces with their gloved hands. The look on
their faces was definitely one of approval. The unique feel of the gloves did
not repulse them even though this was probably the first time they ever met girls who wore
them. As they slipped the coats on the girls they made sure their hands lingered on the
girls tightly laced waists, another first I was sure.

It suddenly occurred to me that the
corsets and gloves were bait for the boys as I noticed a familiar bulge in
their trousers when they left the house. Since the boys were too young to drive,
Kens mother was taking them to and from the party and was also one of the chaperons.
There might be some heavy petting and touchy feely in the back of the SUV but nothing
else. It would be good for the girls to get some experience in that area since they were
growing up and someones mother wouldnt always be driving. Shortly after eleven
they returned as promised. Smeared lipstick told me there was some activity in the back
seat. As we sat and talked the girls admitted that they enjoyed dancing and being held
close. They were the belles of the ball. They hardly had a chance to dance with their
escorts. They were dumbfounded that the boys all seemed to be tensioned when
they danced with them. The little hussies even admitted that they were
tensioned, especially when their escorts kissed and held them during the ride
home. My little girls had grown up. I hoped that someday they would meet understanding
boys. I was glad that I didnt have to worry about them meeting some gold digging
girls who would love them and leave them. Me? A few months later Alice and I were married.
She wore male clothes (with her corset and nylons underneath), briefly for the ceremony.
The girls and my cousin were my bridesmaids. My elderly aunt was the guest of honor. My
mother was the matron of honor. I was corseted to twenty-two inches for my wedding dress;
not too bad for a forty-year old woman. Shoulder length white rubber gloves covered my
hands. By some quirk of fate I became pregnant. When our baby boy was born, Alice and I
named him Leslie. It would save confusion with changing his birth certificate later on.
You realize that we intended to raise him as a girl, corsets and all. Linda and Lorna were
enthusiastic about having a half sister. Leslie would get more than enough attention. I
had everything a mother could ask for. My dreams came true.